Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 411 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 6)

Inside the Emperor's tent, candlelight flickered, illuminating the border map spread out on the table.

When Ji Xiaosong brought in the freshly brewed tea, she saw him pointing at several marks with his fingertips, his brows furrowed.

"General," she called softly, gently placing the teacup beside him. "The tea is ready."

Emperor Si raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he said, "Sit."

Ji Xiaosong was slightly taken aback.

The general offered her a seat?

This was unprecedented in the strictly hierarchical military camp.

But she quickly realized what was happening and obediently knelt down opposite the table.

Si Di pushed a document in front of her: "Take a look."

Ji Xiaosong looked down and examined it closely, discovering it was a topographical map of the thirteen border villages, with detailed markings of water sources, soil conditions, and other information.

A thought struck her: this meant she was about to be formally involved in the drought relief efforts.

"What does the general want me to do?" she asked deliberately.

Si Di picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then asked, "The sand wheat you mentioned earlier, can it really grow in dry land?"

“Absolutely true.” Ji Xiaosong nodded. “This wheat is drought-resistant, and its roots can penetrate deep into the ground to find water. Although the yield per mu is not as high as that of ordinary wheat, it can at least ensure that people do not go hungry.”

Si Di's eyes flickered slightly: "What conditions are required?"

"The most important thing is choosing the right location," Ji Xiaosong said, pointing to the map. "It should be a slightly low-lying area with loose soil. Before sowing, the soil should be soaked in snow water overnight, and it will germinate in three days."

"Snow water?" Si Di raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Ji Xiaosong was prepared: "Snow water is cold in nature and can stimulate wheat seeds to enter the growth state earlier. This is a method that my grandfather learned from merchants in the Western Regions."

As she spoke, she took out a small cloth bag from her sleeve and poured out a few golden wheat seeds: "General, please look, these are the last seeds I brought from home."

Si Di picked up a pill and examined it closely by the candlelight.

The wheat grains were plump and shone with a faint golden hue in the light, which was indeed different from ordinary wheat varieties.

“Take some people to try planting it tomorrow,” he suddenly said. “Choose that wasteland west of the camp.”

Ji Xiaosong was secretly delighted, but feigned hesitation: "But I am unfamiliar with military rules, what if..."

“Zhao Yan will send his personal guards to accompany him,” Emperor Si interrupted her. “You only need to be responsible for guiding the farming.”

"Yes." She nodded, but a slight smile crept onto her lips.

This was exactly what she wanted: to be able to use the seeds in the space legitimately, and to further gain the Emperor's trust.

Si Di suddenly stood up, walked to the weapon rack in the corner of the tent, took down a short knife and threw it to her: "Take it."

Ji Xiaosong hurriedly caught it.

The scabbard was jet black and felt heavy in her hand. She looked up in confusion: "General?"

"The border is not peaceful." Si Di, with his back to her, arranged his weapons, his voice still cold. "If you encounter danger, don't expect anyone to save you."

Ji Xiaosong felt a warmth in her heart.

This man was clearly concerned about her, but he spoke so coldly.

"Thank you, General." She carefully sheathed the dagger, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right, I have another favor to ask..."

"explain."

"Could we involve the villagers in farming?" she said softly. "They know the land best, and with their help, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Si Di turned around, his dark eyes staring directly at her: "You are kind-hearted."

Ji Xiaosong met his gaze: "I just think that it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. If we teach them how to plant, they won't have to rely on relief next year."

The tent fell silent for a moment.

The candlelight crackled, casting flickering light on and off the distinct profile of the Emperor.

After a long silence, he nodded slightly: "Granted."

The next morning, more than twenty soldiers were turning over soil on the wasteland west of the camp.

Ji Xiaosong rolled up her sleeves and personally demonstrated how to dig ditches and ridges.

"The furrows need to be deep so they can hold the water," she said, demonstrating with practiced ease. "Separate each seed by two palm widths, not too close together..."

"Young lady, you know so much," an older soldier exclaimed. "My family has been farming for twenty years, and I've never even heard of such a method."

Ji Xiaosong smiled and said, "It was all taught by my grandfather."

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

Everyone turned around and saw the Emperor riding towards them with several personal guards.

In the sunlight, he was dressed in a dark, sturdy outfit, standing tall and straight like a pine tree, completely different from the killing god on the battlefield yesterday.

"General!" The crowd quickly bowed.

Emperor Si dismounted and glanced at the reclaimed land: "How's the progress?"

Ji Xiaosong patted the soil off her hands: "One-third of the seeds have already been sown."

She pointed to a spot, "Those were the first ones planted over there; we should see sprouts tomorrow."

Si Di approached to examine it.

The freshly turned soil was moist and loose, and the neatly arranged furrows showed the instructor's care.

He suddenly squatted down, brushed aside a layer of soil with his fingertips, and revealed the wheat seeds underneath.

"General, rest assured," Ji Xiaosong said softly, squatting down beside him, "I guarantee with my life that these seeds will definitely survive."

She stood very close, and the faint fragrance of her hair wafted into Si Di's nose.

It doesn't smell like cosmetics, but rather a fresh, herbal scent that inexplicably puts you at ease.

Emperor Si stood up and suddenly said to Zhao Yan, "Send a team of men over to guard this place day and night."

"Yes!"

He then looked at Ji Xiaosong: "You, you're not coming."

Beside a stream at the edge of the camp, Sid stopped in front of a flat boulder.

Ji Xiaosong looked at him with a puzzled expression as he took out a map and spread it on the stone: "General?"

“Here,” Si Di pointed to a spot on the map, “and here, the soil is similar to the wasteland being cultivated today. If the trial planting is successful, the next step is to promote it in these places.”

Ji Xiaosong examined the area carefully and discovered that the villages he had marked were the driest ones.

A warmth stirred in her heart. This general, though seemingly cold and hard, truly kept the suffering of the people in his heart.

"The general's considerations are thorough," she said sincerely, "but..."

"But what?"

Ji Xiaosong hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth: "Although sand wheat is drought-resistant, it can't survive without water at all. I've observed that there are actually underground rivers near these villages, but the villagers don't know how to dig deep wells..."

Si Di's gaze sharpened: "How do you know there's an underground river?"

“The grass is lush and green.” Ji Xiaosong was prepared and pointed to the distant hillside. “General, please look. That patch of grass is exceptionally green, and there must be a water source below. This is the method of identifying water that my grandfather taught me.”

The Emperor looked at her intently for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is your grandfather truly just a disgraced disciple of the Ministry of Agriculture?"

Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face: "My grandfather didn't like to talk about the past when he was alive. I only know that he traveled to many places..."

Emperor Si did not press further, but simply put the map away: "If the wheat seeds sprout in three days, I will personally take you to each village to survey the water sources."

Ji Xiaosong's eyes lit up: "General, you also understand water conservancy?"

"I have some knowledge of it." Emperor Si rarely explained, "In my early years, I was stationed in the Western Regions with the army and saw how the locals dug wells."

As the sun set, their shadows stretched long along the stream.

Looking at Si Di's profile, which was gilded by the afterglow, Ji Xiaosong suddenly felt that perhaps the God of War in this life was more vivid than she had imagined.

"General," she said softly, "once the drought eases, can I remain in the army?"

Si Di turned to look at her: "You want to stay?"

"Yes." She nodded emphatically. "This humble woman wishes to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from afar.

A scout came galloping in: "Report! The remnants of the Southern Rong have attacked Li Family Village!"

Emperor Si's expression suddenly turned cold: "Prepare the horses!"

He strode away, but then suddenly stopped a few steps away, turned back to look at Ji Xiaosong: "Wait here, don't wander off."

Ji Xiaosong stood there, watching that tall figure disappear into the dust.

She touched the dagger in her bosom and suddenly laughed. This hypocritical man, he was clearly worried about her safety, but he insisted on putting on a cold face.

But it doesn’t matter, there’s a long way to go.

She turned to look at the newly cultivated wheat field, where tender green shoots had already broken through the soil and swayed gently in the evening breeze.